The green hills of
Trulli country in
white spring blossom –
such allure from my
perch in Locorotondo’s
– Leonard “Gone Puglia” Blumfeld
Written around allure, perch and vivid from 3WW.
I wrote the poem from memory, i.e. from the memory of looking down onto the green hillscape from the elevated city park in Locorotondo, and had in mind numerous trees in white blossom among the scattered trulli (cute dwellings with cone-shaped roofs typical of that area of southern Italy – see picture below). When I went back to compare with the pictures I'd taken, there were hardly any trees in white blossom. However, there were plenty of such trees in other parts of the area I'd passed through. Memory can be a treacherous thing!